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Let's go Mario Yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas piped up in this bitch right now (What?) Gang, gang, gang And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He's a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Woke up to the smoke 'cause I hate being sober (Pussy) Blue devil shit, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it No bitch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics Letras de cancionesNot a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti You slide through my crib, but this shit looking garbage Young niggas too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin' Come to Milwaukee, them niggas still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang) With a whole lot of- whole lot of birds in my phone I just went cray in Prada, I'm back in my zone Finesse the pack, put the whole team on Finessed the doug, where the bitch can't go I ain't tryna talk to a minute-maid ho Got Balenciaga shoes, Alexander Wang clothes Give her twenty backshots, I'll finesse your ho (Pussy) I'm a hip-hopper rapper, my C hot Energy turbo, my tool 'bout to spit fire And your shit, know you big liar Said you got gas, but this don't get me high, yeah And I'm Michael, call me Myers Got 32's on that bitch, that's some big tires Skrrt through your block, leaving marks on the street fiber Internet gangster, I never could be cyber Came in this bitch with a MAC-10 I ain't tryna talk, where the fuck the backend? (What?) Run your pockets, niggas finna cash in Make him hee-hee in this bitch, Michael Jackson (Yeah) Glock with a beam, get packed in Cutter to my left, this Milwaulkee assassin My ex be callin', callin', see me ballin', ballin', hit decline and get to laughin' Hit my dougie, get to rapping This the fuckin' second season They know DC finna spaz, neck, wrist, ears froze, niggas still freezing They keep asking if I dropped, I ain't finna drop, bitch, I'm finna blow You can run up if you want, you ain't finna run, bitch, you finna float Stepping on the gas, foe'nem off the Act', you can get yo' ass blowed Walkin' in the pad, who that in the back? ØUTLAW got him by the throat Think I give a fuck 'bout these niggas? He's just another nigga in my scope Lil' bitch, I can't go, and it's too big, bankroll And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He's a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Yeah Yeah, yeah From Letras Mania